LOL don't hate me, i wanted to write something violent, AND funny. Violent yes, funny no? Owell I'm insane. Join me while reading this. The Price of Quiting for Santa -Talking- Once upon a time, in the month of december. Near an appartment store on the outskirts of the north poll, was a letter from a guy that we well know. It said "I quit" and "S.C." was initialed below. A working elf caught in his eye, old saint nick with a box of wine in one hand, another a gun. And that is how my dear friends, the writing of this song had begun. On the twelth day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of twelve tons of dinomite exploding On the eleventh day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of eleven snipers snipping On the tenth day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of ten knifes a stabbing On the ninth day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of nine razors cutting On the eighth day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of eight fist a punching On the seventh day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of seven fingers poking On the sixth day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of six feet a stomping On the fifth day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of five pairs of eyes accusing On the fourth day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of four chain letters On the third day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of three angry men On the second day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of two grumpy kids On the first day that leads up to christmas the elfs they showed a video to me Of one quiting notice and santa claus a-stealing Twelve tons of dinomite exploding Eleven snipers snipping Ten knifes a-stabing Nine razors cutting Eight fist a-punching Seven fingers poking Six feet a-stomping Five pairs of eyes accusing Four chain letters Three angry men Two grumpy kids One quiting notice and a video of santa claus a-stealing -Talking- So next time you steal or cheat, next time you're naughty and not nice, we'll kill your ass Just like we did with old jelly belly there, he's in the gutter, no presents for you now Blame the raindeer, they make you seem as if your in hell- Merry Christmas everyone!! -Song brought to you by the elfs-